Broken Goddesses

This piece was inspired by the book.

Flashbacks & flowers

By Rufus Mufasa.

Who i am blessed to have in my circle.

Healed by brown paper words.

When first saw you my heart smiled .
Cinema & co
Poetry slam.
I thought of the goddess statue that holds incense sold in star child in Glastonbury.

Your wild hair, eyes deep as the healing pools beneath the gold topped egyptian pyramids.
I visit them often on the astral.
I’ve seen you there many times.
Maybe you remember me?
Silent sister
Connected Web of sisters, priestesses broken goddess, warrior.
Your speak your spell weaving your words of magic.
They float across pallets where poets sit in awe of your passion.
Your art, your truth.
We reconnect now our thread joins astral and earth.
I have watched you from afar sending healing and love always
To that wild haired warrior that incense holding star child goddess.
Yesterday the post man brough me a magical brown paper bag.
Containing a spell book written by you..
Needed words
Secret rites.
The key

Yesterday the post man brough me a magical brown paper bag.
Containing a spell book written by you..
Needed words
Secret rites.
The key..
A circle cast
Spirits called the door keeper standing guard

Slowly the key began to turn as I read.
In a lock to a door not hidden but guarded sacred garden
They began to open like chakra flowers spinning lotus like
Spilling seeds
Of trauma presumed healed
Hiding scars etched in DNA
By fear and shame sealed.
Unlocked by a spell of a sisters truth.
A slow drip of a tear holding the terror of my youth.
Becoming a river an ocean a tide.
Releasing a demon that had hidden inside.
Sending Ancestral healing to a secret agent to Doll.
Holding her space here in my heart.
In that sacred place.
Where I’ve long held you mufasa for i knew you were part.
Of the web of
Broken goddesses
Kaleidoscopes
Reflections
Of hope healing
Of love
Because there is nothing else but love
You sent it in a brown package
Like a salve
To mend my heart.